I found out on Friday that I'll only get holiday pay on the 25th, not the 24th. But, noone will actually be in the office, or expect anyone to go in and work, and I got sick over the weekend, so I'm taking the day off.

As for a White Christmas, it's a surprisingly cool 71 degrees out this year. I hate Florida.

Courage not of this earth in your eyesFaith from far beyond lies deep inside

She's as fine as fine gets in this situation. The only sucky part s that she's stuck in the hospital for the holiday. She'll probably grab a guitar and sing to the children's block, she loves that stuff. It's not in my city, though, so I can't visit easily, much less when I have so many other familial obligations.

Even though the company I work for is Canadian, the local branch is still subject to Russian calendar of holidays, which means that Christmas falls on 7th of January. At least we won't be getting any new instructions from the head office today...

I have had some extremely intimate and caring relationships, but never really one of passion worthy of a holywood movie that combined the above.That, however, changed this semester when I met a certain woman(let's call her #M). She's taking the same classes I am, but her brash instinctual reactions and tendency to overcomplicate things gave me a very, very bad impression of her.She does, however, sit just beside the hottest chick I've seen in years(let's call her #L). The kind I wouldn't believe existed were she not right beside me. So I approach to make a move (She's not into me, but we are of one in mood and befriended quickly. It's a friendzone I find I don't mind).As the weeks pass I see #M shares some of my worldviews and we get into some real talking. Cue a month or so where we became BFFs immediately and reached a level of intimacy and touchy-feeliness that makes everyone (our families included) think we are all but married(they don't believe us when we deny the accusations). It felt like it was going to be a repeat of #L, but the more I looked the more I realized I needed a bit more...

Alas, she's into a certain guy that isn't around a lot because of his job. I decided to respect that for a change and contented myself with what I had.Then she shows me her best friend (#G, the one whose pic I posted here and is dating me). Her first impression on me was marvellous, and it looked like, from day one, she'd be in my life not unlike #M and #L. Quite the bundle, these three are.As we socialize, my guess was right, I was really into her, and by what #M said she was into me in unprecedented levels, so a few days later I decided to give chase and see what happens, finally giving up on #M.

It's reciprocated alright. Just after I decide to make it official, #M comes to me complaining she felt betrayed. "You could at least have told me, after I egged you two to get closer I'd like to be the first to know from you, rather than her telling me."I go into wtf mode and ask her why, if she wasn't into me, to which she replies "I've always been into you, it's just that I had the other guy in my mind first and only now I'm starting to waver."

Cue a gigantic wtf on my side, and a couple days of strange, strange talks. Eventually we settled on "let's each see how we develop and when/if the current arrangements fail we switch". A couple weeks of happy joy omg I love these two women ensue...and #G passes out of nowhevere, convulsion ensues. When the dust settles the whole thing is spewed: "I have a brain tumor, reincident, which causes leukemia and cardiac insuficiency. I don't think I'll live another year."To my surprise that didn't really scare me or flip me in any way. It just felt sad and solidified my will to be near her.The next week was the worst: She has a LOT of worries about us. She's 37, I'm 25. She's a widow and lost her kids, I never felt true love. She's sick and no one wants to be near her. She's too accomplished for most men to feel at ease near her.She went into a depression cycle hard enough her family didn't know what to do, mostly in relation to us, and I pulled her out of it by showing her I really want to be near her no matter what problems she has.

So here we are right now. A happy, fucked up couple in a strange, strange place and time. To add a very, very dark spin to it all, #M and I are fairly certain that as soon as we stop grieving her eminent death we'll engage (the only reason it isn't already so is because those two don't believe in sharing).All of this happened in maybe 3 months, 4 tops.Oh, and my father in law is a bit over 7'1" tall danish colonel aviator called AsÞórr. Yes, my father in law is a norse god.